Dm
Standing here
Bb
The old man said to me,
C
"Long before these crowded streets
Am
Here stood my dreaming tree."
Dm
Below it he would sit
Bb
For hours at a time
C
Now progress takes away
Am
What forever took to find
Dm
And now he's falling hard
Bb
He feels the falling dark
C
How he longs to be
Am
Beneath his dreaming tree
Dm
Conquered fear to climb
Bb
A moment froze in time
C
When the girl who first he kissed
Am
Promised him she'd be his
Dm
Remembered mother's words
Bb
There beneath the tree
C
"No matter what the world
Am
You'll always be my baby."
Dm
"Mommy come quick,
Bb
The dreaming tree has died."
C
The air is growing thick
Am
A fear he cannot hide
Dm Bb C
The dreaming tree has died
Dm Bb C
Dm Bb C
Dm Bb C
A
A G
Oh, have you no pity?
F
This thing I do
D
I do not deny it
A
All through this smile
G
As crooked as danger
F
I do not deny
D
I know in my mind
A
I would leave you now
G
If I had the strength to
F
I would leave you up
D
To your own devices
A
Will you not talk?
G
Can you take pity?
F
I don't ask much
C A
But won't you speak, please?
